Broken

Some people are different,

they just don't mix well with the crowd,
their personalities have a dent,
they're either too silent or too loud.

They don't open up easily,
these people tend to feel so separate,
Though they surround themselves frequently
with items or people, but such just can't satiate.

They might not have always been that way,
they might have been just like any other person,
but so many things we cannot really say,
like what happened or what caused what had been done.

But the thing is, we're all different.
We all make choices on who we want to be,
though not all understand how others become bent.
The answer lies in what did and didn't happen to them, and you, and me.

Everybody goes through something,
that's just how Life is.
Though it may not be that much of anything,
but that doesn't mean that Life missed.

There are only two kinds of people in the world,
those who know how to deal with themselves, and those who don't,
but just because they know how doesn't mean they would,
it happens oftentimes that they decide they just won't.

We are the ones who choose what to do with our damage,
but not everyone finds enough reason to do something.
Other people find the motivation to move to the next page,
but there are those who just don't find anything.

Not everyone notices enough to care,
and not everyone cares enough to notice.
Then there are those who are actually fully aware,
but they'd still rather not insist.

Everyone's broken in their own way,
but not everyone does something about it.
We all do something to survive the day,
but when darkness comes, only few candles are lit.